Pretty, but- No. I ain't a loner like you think. I hang out in crowds because, like I said, I enjoy learning from 'em. Hell, I enjoy telling stories- Some of my best times have been in rusted-out old bars in low-sec stations.
But, uh.. I talked to some humans about this. I don't get that special, fuzzy feeling from being around people. I don't.. I've had.. I guess, friends. See, we worked together, sometimes lived together, fought together- Some've left, some've died, but when it happens.. I don't feel anything for it. Not to say I don't feel anything ever; hell, I get pretty pissed when someone scuffs my ship, and real damn happy when I find a good contract, and.. Hell, I can't cry, but I damn well tried when I took an errant lasbolt and had to watch my fighter's left exhaust nozzle drift off into space. Had that exhaust nozzle from day one.
But people-stuff doesn't affect me. I can pretend it does, when it's good for business, when it's good for me.. Hell, when it's good for other people. I guess I got empathy- Or maybe I just know it's bad to do bad things. But.. Shit, this is hard to explain.
It's just not wired into my brain to feel for anyone else. Tell me, y'ever seen a hawk give a piece of food to another starving hawk that it wasn't either fucking or already feeding? Nope. It's.. just like that. It's just how it works.